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"Ugh..." Jacob was getting restless. This Vlad guy better get his act together and give the next clue already. He went over to his hoodie and looked at the knife he had sneaked into this place. [i]No. Don't even think about it. Just put it back. Cm'on, this whole thing is going okay so far. It's almost better than being on the streets.[/i] He walked back over to the opposite wall, letting himself fall to the ground. He sat there once again.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road." he muttered to himself. After waiting for about thirty minutes, he decided to rejoin the group. If they were still in the cafeteria, of course. He almost walked out, but something in his thoughts made him stop. Jacob turned back around and looked at the hoodie again.
"You know what, screw it." He picked up the hoodie and put it back on, then changed back into his cargo shorts. "I'm wearing these, and I don't care what anybody thinks or says. If they have a problem with it, then screw them. These are my clothes that I always wear. And I intend to keep wearing them." He kept the knife in his hoodie pocket, but he had no intentions of using it for what he was going to earlier. He kept it simply so that the leaders of this place wouldn't find it. Plus, this way he was prepared if anything shady happened. He walked towards the cell door again, and went through this time. 
"Changed your mind?" he said intimidatingly, gesturing at his clothes. "Well don't change yours again, or I'm gonna change mine. And I think you'd probably like to keep this hoodie, so I would suggest keeping it on!"
"Yah, whatever dude. I'll keep it on." he replied. He walked back towards the cafeteria and stopped right before the door. [i]Let's see what they have to say.[/i] After a quick reassurance to himself, he walked in.